Orimo's gaze flickered through endless darkness.
The shadows twisted — crawling, breathing — wrapping around his mind like living chains. His chest tightened. His breath grew sharp.
He grabbed his head, panic exploding from his throat.
"Where the hell am I?!"
Suddenly—
The darkness shattered.
He was dragged into a realm of pure white, endless and silent. No sky. No ground. Just light stretching infinitely in every direction.
"…Huh?" Orimo murmured, his voice trembling.
From the distance, something began to burn through the light.
Black flames.
They twisted, pulsed — and formed a shape.
A voice echoed from within them.
"You are the new bearer of the necklace."
Orimo's eyes sharpened, instinct kicking in.
"What do you mean?"
The flames condensed into the form of a man, standing tall above him — his presence ancient, heavy… overwhelming.
"I am Ventrax… from the Void Century," the figure said calmly.
"The last bearer of the necklace."
The air itself felt heavier.
He stepped closer.
"I will train you… to wreak havoc."
Orimo's eyes widened — fear, curiosity, anger mixing in his heart.
"…Sure."
And the world remained too still.
Too silent.
Too empty.
Scene Shift — Dravon
Dravon sat alone in a dimly lit chamber, shadows crawling along the stone walls.
Silence suffocated him.
His fingers tightened slowly.
What am I supposed to do now…?
He closed his eyes.
"I know very well I can't betray them… I can't run. The ritual would kill me instantly."
He exhaled a bitter breath.
"They were ready this time… They were never going to let me escape again."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"…I should have expected that."
The room felt colder.
He sat still.
Trapped — not by chains…
…but by fate.